This is the story of the Great Betrayal. During the twentieth century, Americans increasingly have become inured, even desensitised, to the continuous accusations, testimony, and public hearings which have detailed the many betrayals of our Republic. Why have there been so many betrayals, rather than one calamitous act of treason? The history of this century has borne out the strength of the admirable edifice which was reared up by our Founding Fathers. They included in it so many safeguards, so many far-sighted defences, so many shields for the security of the succeeding generations, that no single act of conspiracy could bring it down. No Benedict Arnold, no Franklin Delano Roosevelt, acting alone, no matter how seasoned they might be in the affairs of treason, could weaken this great edifice to the extent that the ever-waiting barbarians, the Thuggees of old, could pour into the breach and take possession of our culture without a fight. For that reason, the process of betrayal has been an ongoing one, continuing over a period of many years.
In tracing and reconstructing the operations of this process, the present writer has devoted some fifty years to investigation, assiduously trying to locate the missing key, a Golden Key of Destruction, that single instrument which had the deadly ability to plunge our nation into its present abysmal state. Our Colossus of Liberty, so artfully constructed, could fend off the snarling dogs and the multitudinous rabble of our enemies for a considerable time, but inevitably, at some dark moment, there came the poignant instant when the blade was thrust into the heart of the nation. During those decades, this writer, like a latter day Sherlock Holmes, busied himself with obtaining the evidence, seeking piecemeal the hidden proofs and the most finite documentation of the crimes of the enemy against us. There was more than enough such testimony to keep me occupied for many years, but, with each new piece of evidence, I added another and even more meaningful piece to the puzzle, and thus came another step towards completing the entire picture. Even as my assemblage of evidence grew more mountainous, their pattern became ever more simplified, until, at last, I realized that I was on the verge of revealing the final apostasy of those who had dedicated their lives to bringing down the American Republic. I found this last, and most damning proof, not in some obscure protocol of the conspirators, hidden in some dusty recess, but in the imposing building of our National Archives. The secret was found in the language of our most sacred text, the Constitution of the United States of America.